Howling the pack in formation appears
Diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead
Waving us back in formation,
The pack in formation
Bowling they bat as a group
And the leader is seen — so early…
The pack on their backs, the fighters
Through misty the waving — the pack in formation
Far reaching waves
On sight, shone right
I lay as if in surround…
All enmeshing, hovering…
The milder I gaze
All the animals laying trail
Beyond the bough winds
Mild the reflecting electricity eyes…
Tears, the life that was ours
Grows sharper and stronger away and beyond
Short wheeling — fresh spring
Gripped with blanched bones — moaned
Magnesium, proverbs and sobs…
Howling the pack in formation appears
Diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead
Waving us back in formation,
The pack in formation…
